It's cold.
I can see my breath steaming in front of me, forming ice crystals before my eyes.
I stand by the window, watching the snowflakes flutter down from the sky, contemplating life.
Just like I was doing that day, when everything changed.
The only difference is that then I thought about how perfect life was, now i only reflect on how much life stinks.
I can almost see that morning replay itself before me, can almost taste the fear as I anticipate the black car swerving into view, stopping before my house.
Two men dressed in black step out, dark shades covering their eyes despite the lack of sunlight.
The driver takes out his phone, checking something before returning it to his pocket and looking around, surveying the area.
I turn to the other, wondering why they are here, only to find him looking straight at me. Once he sees he has my attention,he grins at me.
A sinister, evil grin. Promising of destruction and doom.
YOU ARE READING
The Taken
Short StoryWhat do you do when life as you know it changes around you? Surrender? Fight back? Or simply let it be, acting like nothing happened, even as chaos reigns supreme, turning your life upside down.
